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my heart drowns in the sorrow you created.
with pieces of my mind you use for your entertainment.
The aftermath of a break up and how I tend to feel when I think of it in general.
during these nights, I realize how terribly lonely I truly am.

I'm just so easily replaceable, no one gives a ****.

It hurts so much to feel so worthless.

and I get so used to the point where I'm worn out and useless.

I guess that's the point in which everyone begins to leave.

They're doing this for the better, but it's not what I perceive.

And in these nights I just want to ******* cry.

Because I know no one would shed a tear if tonight I die.

I'm only needed for the benefits of these poor souls.

But where am I in this place besides a 6 foot hole?
All throughout my life, I have always felt I was alone. I struggle to find my place in this world.
Walking all over the city streets
that silly buffoon cant stay on his feet
waving his arms like a silly man
drunk as sailor riding in a micro-bus minivan
Wearing his top hat and rugged white dress shirt
with black dress pants and a pair of loafers,
he pleases the ladies to which he flirts.
swinging his Cane in a circular motion
and singing loudly to a starlight commotion
he dances in the quarter with many a men
but the laddies join in only to commend
with the upbeat music so loud and obnoxious
the man lives in a limelight pulsus paradoxus
meaning that the man cant keep a beat
while hes skipping off merely into the street
with no one around to catch his fall
the man slowly pained by a party drain
to live in a limelight he cannot contain.
He falls asleep on the cold sidewalk city walk
to wake up to a new party in the incentive to a loud obnoxious talk
drunk witty and insane the man dressed like the rich
but in his own demise he was only but a frayed stitch
a showboat that the people could see right through
he was only a dreamer and lived in the limelight
to which he never outgrew.
a party animal must grow up at some point
It's 4AM, I'm crying, and all I can think about is you.

I still ******* love you, but there's nothing I can do.
Broke down overthinking about a love that was lost.
Though we have never stood
On the highest point on earth
I feel like we've climbed to the top
And back down again
More times than I can count
We find these places
That we want to keep to ourselves
But have the need to share the experience
I never needed company till now
Emptiness burrows through my
Flesh and bones
In and out of my veins
Till I bleed out in hundreds of
Different places
Loniness catches my gazes
And fills my eyes with sights
That burn through to my mind
Leaving an imprint that takes up my Memory card
But I still remember
Smiling faces in slow motion laughing
Never remembering why
We are laughing in the first place
But it's ok as long as I remember your
Face it's ok
You will be missed
 Jul 2017 Nadia DeLevea
Niklaus
Love exists when two souls collide,
After eternity vanishes with the crashing tides.
And as soon as the lovers encounter the perfect ride,
The other falls down; death finishes grips on its neck.

L'amour.

At 1:14 in the morning, We breathe a different air.
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